Kidd Kidd Ft 50 Cent - Better Walk | Текст песни

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[Hook: 50 Cent]
You better walk
Cause I ain't into talking
I hit you up
I put you in your coffin
You see with me it's really not a game
I hit them up
Lay them down
Bang bang
(2x)

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
This around shack where's it at
Click clack gimme dat POW POW BAP BAP DAP DAP
Let my chiddy bang bang, I ain't wit da chitta chat
[?] the code Ima stick with that
Been made my mind up to be the first dumpin'
Since a nigga shot at me right after we jumped him
I told Tity, Baby, and Mane not to touch 'em
I used fuck wit 'em, now I'm like fuck 'em
Dick in the dust, my rider's gon' do it
Real nigga shit I give 'em the gun to do it
Nigga shit real you can die over your music
Whatchu gon do kill a nigga youtube it it look stupid nigga
You, you, you, and you a bitch
Now look how I played you like a do a bitch
I don't talk it I walk it, put your coffin on an auction
My zodiac sign says caution, nigga

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Just cause you pussy nigga you ain't got nine lives
I pack 50 shots you get hit 'bout 30 times
Ready N.Y. time, ownin' L.A. time
Time pickin' you, another dead body found
Another day another died, triple murder homicide
You can stay on the side now your family jeopardized
You ain't 'bout this gangsta shit, I can see it in your eyes
Matter fact I can't, talking with your head down
M-zone gangsta Ryda Gang long ranger
Hand in his pocket, keep his fingers on his banger
Don't sit behind me, see I don't trust strangers
For the green I turn also, don't make me angry
You got splint in your gender, pussy your persona
Screamin' at ya so hard, soundin' like Rihanna
You don't even add up, I know you don't the problems
I can hit a nigga wit a choppa from a chopper

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I'm that bad kid nobody never wanted to play with
Tryna do somethin' evil and get away with it
Growin' up I wasn't always the family favorite
Now they don't say shit, cause I'm famous
I hit the block I wanna see ankles sprainin'
I'm aimed and cocked, I'm Bangkok dangerous
Don't run for cover, run for your gun
And if you ain't got one, run
Stick a fork in that nigga, he's done
You pussy, cause you don't get none like a nun
Like Lennox with the ox I murder for fun
Don't charge me with Murder-One, cause Ima murder some
Yeah yeah murderer murderer
Light 'em up light 'em up, burn 'em up burn 'er up
Niggas just talkin' shit, I ain't never heard of ya
Keep walkin' or be a wheelchair purchaser

[Hook: 50 Cent]

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